I don't know about anybody older than me, but I grew up in a world where there has always been a Visine for that. Aspirin, Tylenol, Vicodin, Novocaine, and Krokodil (that new, hardcore, russian Morphine that somebody mentioned?) are always there to comfort you when you're hurting. Nicotine for the smokers, heroin for the really daring, and 800 milligrams of ibuprofen for the college freshman who chipped and possibly cracked his front tooth today. Is it enough? I'll let you know tomorrow, when I know whether or not my tooth is falling apart.
Classes. Classes upon homework upon classes upon making friends upon homework upon studying upon late nights upon classes. I shouldn't even be writing this right now, because a film analysis is calling my name from the boot-camped-side of my computer.
Side note- Microsoft Word 2010 is quite possibly one of the most beautiful programs I have ever used.
Back on topic- a chipped tooth is just one more thing to worry about, and it takes the back burner to a lot of things, for example my psychology lecture, which I fell asleep in, even though I already had a nice nap in my astronomy lecture, which was weird in itself because I slept right through my alarm and english class, because my body decided that 8 hours wasn't good enough today.
This brings me to the number one most valid question in my life today: WHAT THE F?
In a previous post, I mentioned that sleep was difficult. Last night and today? Apparently freaking not! Apparently, my body thinks that it's okay to send me on my way to failing my english class for attendance reasons, and now I have to pay extra attention to two of my other textbooks, which I don't have time to do this week if I have to get a freaking tooth fixed on top of everything.
The dining hall had Irish food today. Shepard's pie, some weird tasting stew, dumplings... I stabbed the fork into one of my dumplings, put it in my mouth, and bit down on the dumpling to drag it off of the fork, which was, apparently, sticking out of the dumpling. The chip in my tooth is extremely small, and the crack is barely noticeable, but I can feel it. I'm not talking about feeling it with my finger, either. I mean I can feel that core "broken" feeling in my gums. Technically, I've broken a bone, and, lucky me, I broke one of the ones that doesn't repair itself.
Sure, I could get Visine for my allergies, or some ibuprofen for my pain now, and novocaine later this week, but what I really need is medicine that will calm. me. down. I thought breakdowns were bad in high school? Ha. Not only are they worse, there's nowhere to go to be alone during them.
Overwhelmed might be an understatement.
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